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However, today, for some unknown reason, something seemed different.

This time, during their intimacy, the Pink Energy did not completely seize Serena's will.

It merely amplified the desire in her heart, which is why Serena acted so crazily.

For the first half of the day, Serena was the one actively cultivating.

Later on, Locke also began to fully activate his skill, using all his techniques to gain the upper hand in the cultivation process.

The two of them continued directly from dawn until the sun set again.

It wasn't that Locke was thirsty, but rather that Serena, influenced by the skill [Nephele Root], continuously sought instruction from him.

And how could Locke possibly refuse?

For most of the day—if they were ordinary people, it certainly wouldn't be possible.

However, Locke and Serena,

one was an extraordinary Sequence 9, and the other was a pre-extraordinary creature, a Vampire, so whether it was physical quality or stamina,

both were sufficient to support such a long period of high-intensity cultivation.

But even the happiest things must come to an end. When the sun completely dropped below the horizon,

Serena tightly hugged Locke's shoulders, her eyes completely turned white as she stared at the ceiling and cried out.

“Locke, I feel like I'm about to succeed in cultivation! I'm about to grasp the Extraordinary Factor!”

“Good, very good.”

Locke felt he could hold on for a bit longer, but since Serena had said so, he guided the Extraordinary Energy into Serena's body, leading her to complete the final cultivation loop.

After completing all this, the two embraced and fell asleep.

Before sleeping, Locke was thinking that he must practice the technique for controlling the Extraordinary Factor.

So even after he fell asleep, he was still subconsciously mobilizing the Extraordinary Factor to gather at his fingertips.

Locke originally thought he could get a good night's sleep this time,

unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he was back in that mysterious Pink Space. Even a person as calm as him couldn't help but curse.

“Holy crap! How did I get in again? Who exactly are you!”

Although the white-haired woman greatly matched his aesthetic preferences, he wouldn't rashly decide

that she was a super beauty before seeing her face.

Even though the white-haired woman's figure and temperament were top-notch,

Locke felt that no matter how good the figure or temperament, if paired with an extremely ordinary face, he wouldn't have any appetite.

Cursing aside, he suppressed the slight dissatisfaction in his heart and began exploring this Pink Space.

He tried many times and found that no matter which direction he walked, he would eventually arrive at the riverbank,

seeing the fair back of the white-haired woman in the river.

“Hey, who are you, and why did you summon me into your dream?”

The woman in the river who was combing her long white hair paused when she heard him, then slowly turned her head and revealed a smile.

“Because you are mine!”

The voice was ethereal yet filled with boundless desire, but since Locke had just vented, he wasn't overly affected.

“Huh? I'm yours?”

Locke was extremely confused and even slightly angry upon hearing this: “Hey, are you treating me like your personal property? Are you kidding me?”

“That's right, you are mine.”

The woman's face was still covered by a thin veil, but her eyes were extremely bright as she stared dazedly at Locke.

“Can you not understand what I'm saying?” Locke was speechless,

feeling completely unable to communicate with this white-haired woman. She was like someone with a mental problem, repeating the same sentence over and over, providing no useful information.

Locke finally gave up communicating, chose to lie down on the grass, and closed his eyes.

Just then, a loud boom was heard.

Locke was immediately startled awake.

“What happened?”

He looked up and saw a full moon breaking through the Pink Space,

simultaneously bathing nearly half of the Pink Space in Silver Moonlight.

“What is going on here?”

Locke stood still, quietly observing the sudden change in the space, his thoughts racing:

“Could it be that another character has broken in?”

Immediately after, he saw a figure suddenly appear in mid-air, dressed in a wide white wizard's robe, with most of their face obscured by the brim of a Blue Pointed Mage Hat.

After entering, the figure gave him a deep look.

Locke was startled: “Who is this divine being? He's looking at me. Could he possibly know me?”

Immediately after, he heard a message suddenly appear in his mind.

“The Goddess of the Night is not an old lady, you... remember that!”

“Uh...” Locke froze for a moment, then realized: “Could this person be an envoy under the Goddess of the Night? Did they break in to cause trouble because they couldn't stand me calling her that during the day?”

Just as this thought appeared,

he noticed that the hat-wearing, wizard-like person glared at him from afar again.

Then Locke felt his figure continuously retreating through the entire space until he plunged into darkness.

This sudden change instantly woke him from his dream.

“Hoo...”

Sitting on the bed, Locke began recalling the details of the dream, but found that aside from the warning,

he couldn't remember anything else related to the white-haired woman or the wizard-like figure.

“Could I truly have been dreaming?”

Locke thought this possibility was high, because he had been stared at by those eyes during the previous Sacrifice Ritual.

He believed this might have caused his subconscious mind to develop reverence for the Goddess of the Night, which was then reflected in his dream,

subconsciously warning himself.

Serena, who was woken up by his movement next to him, rubbed her eyes, sat up, and looked at his somewhat pale face, instinctively asking with concern:

“Dear, did you just have a nightmare?”

Locke smiled, “No, it must just be me overthinking things. You rest easy, I'm going to get up and take care of something.”

“Mhm.” Serena nodded lazily, then immediately lay back down and fell asleep.

There was nothing she could do; yesterday's activities were too wild, and she couldn't muster any energy today.

Locke was different; under the enhancement of his various skills, he recovered very quickly.

Therefore, after waking up, he decided to get up and continue practicing the technique that enhances his ability to control the Extraordinary Factor.

Standing in the private training ground in the castle basement, Locke began cultivating again.

At this moment, he realized that after one night, the amount of Extraordinary Factor he could control seemed to have increased again, which made him joyful.

Because the Extraordinary Factor was now almost covering his entire little finger. How could such great progress not make him happy?

“This... could it be because I was thinking about it even while sleeping!”